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"I can't. Her fancy dress, save for
the green-gray stockings, the pseudo-Turkish slippers, and baggy silk trousered
ends natural to a Corsair’s bride, was hidden in a large black-silk-hooded operacloak. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for
symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was
plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to
the higher ranks of society. But, moving through into the first of the large main rooms that led one into
another around the house, with here and there an antechamber between, it was
obvious that the task was not going to be easy. ‘Danged if I ever hear the like! A
Frenchie is what you are, and there ain’t no granddaughter Charvill no more. Would to God I had. He saw himself retreating from barricade to barricade, Ruth
always advancing, perfectly oblivious of the terror she inspired. . "
"While I look as if I had stepped out of the family album?"
He frowned perplexedly. Gerald’s chest tightened.
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